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The Catalyst

Hit The Floor
By Liz C

Sorry, friend, it's been fun
Lasted a while but now I'm done

Take a chill-pill, get a clue
Figure out yourself what you've got to do

Sick of you, sick of lies
Sick of this fake bond that ties

Done pretending, now's the time
Finally made up my mind

Not gonna let you get to me
Moving on so I'll be free

No more ties to keep me down
Wasted my care; now I leave you to drown

I cared once but that's no more
I hit you, you hit the floor.

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